Nope, sorry, you're not a true Rovers fan.

You want to try living where I live (close to Haydock park), its full of plastic scousers and saints fans, who are errr plastic scousers, all full of themselves and always there to offer a condescending opinion of your team(s). And then theres the Warrington fans....

I used to drive down Laburnum Avenue to matches though. I suppose I will have to live with being just a Rovers' fan and look on with envy at the "True Rovers' Fans".

Is it someone who actually argues that the Hull KR dance team is the best of its kind on the Planet?
Is it someone who actually pays to eat one of those awful pies or pasties and drink crap Carling lager on matchdays?
Is it someone who never asks why they don't serve onions with the bloody hot dogs?

I am guilty on points 2 and 3 above and with a little more Carling lager, I might be persuaded on point 1.

For the record I was born on Westcott Street, was baptised at St Columbas and went to school in Mersey St. I sold match programmes as a teenager for 3 years outside the old Craven Park in all weathers. Not once did I ask for a pay rise. Despite this my daughter is an avid Rhinos fan. Kids eh?

How authentic do I rate on the Bobbin Along meter?

No, sorry mate.

It was the onion thing that cost you the True Roevers Fan status.

That's tough, but in mitigation, age has dimmed the senses and I accept that standards have to be maintained. No more Mr Nice Guy, onion wars from now on.